in which you, dear Reader, supply the ending to the tale.
Brooke completed her assignment, resentment welling up within, yet smile firmly fixed in place. Carrie was solo in the leather upholstered booth, thin stemmed crystal wine glass next to her plate. As Brooke handed the envelope to Carrie, she could not help but notice the lovely pink center beneath the perfectly seared crust of the New York strip swimming in its own juices on the plate.
Thank you, Dear. There is no reply at the moment.
Clearly, Brooke had been dismissed. She took the elevator to the sixth floor, walked to her cubicle, thoughts roiling in her mind. She took the brown paper bag from the bottom desk drawer. She opened the sack, found the sandwich within. Brooke had peanut butter and jealous for lunch.
Brooke and Carrie had both been hired on the same day three years ago. Now Carrie is supervisor of the department. And, Brooke thinks, I am still a peon. Worse, I have to report to her, and I have always been smarter and more capable than she is.
I could continue my work, do it to the best of my ability, and believe that everything will work out as it should in the end. Or, I can work subtilly beneath the radar to expose the fraud for what she really is. She'd get hers then. Or. The line of thought spun to an end as duty called her back to service.
Your assignment, should you choose to accept it, is to select a path for Brooke, go to the comments section and record in fifty-one words or less the denouement of the story, given the choice you have Brooke make.